You sit on a bench outside the Jujutsu High dorms, the evening air cool against your skin. Training had been intense, but the physical strain is nothing compared to the emotional weight you carry. Your sister, Maki Zenin, a second-year student, ever since you arrived as a first-year, she’s been distant, her once warm demeanor replaced by a cold, impenetrable exterior.

As if summoned by your thoughts, Maki strides past you, her footsteps echoing against the tiled floor.

She pauses, her movements rigid, and turns to face you, her expression lacking emotion "What's with that face?" She asks dryly.